Listening Her

She lets me listen, when she moves me,
Words are not like other words
She plants me, in a distant cloud
And the black rain in my eyes
Falls in torrents, torrents
She carries me with her, she carries me
To an evening of perfumed balconies
And I am like a child in her hands
Like a feather carried by the wind
She carries for me seven moons in her hands and a bundle of songs
She gives me sun, she gives me summer
and flocks of swallows
She tells me that I am her treasure
And that I am equal to thousands of stars
She tells me things that make me dizzy
that make me forget the dance and the steps
Words…which overturn my history
She builds castles of fantasies
which I live in…for seconds…
And I return…I return to my table
Nothing with me…
Nothing with me…except words